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Sunk out in my catacombs
Pressed in a vice of stone
Entombed so far below
Black water drains my soul
The watercourse, it calls to me
A ship of death drifts through the reeds
Within my lungs I feel them scream
A freezing grave so far beneath
Faith pours from me like a spout
Like vomit from the mouth
Displaced by flowing tides
Forcing their way inside
The watercourse calls out to me
A ship of death drifts through the reeds
Within my lungs I feel them scream
A freezing grave so far beneath
Observing oblivion
Descending rationally
Through boundless darkness
Discern soul's immotility
The watercourse calls out to me
A ship of death drifts through the reeds
Within my lungs I feel them scream
A freezing grave so far beneath
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